So here's the most interesting dream I’ve had in a while. I
was at an outdoor seminar with fellow psychology faculty members. As we were
seated listening to the speaker, I noticed a bunch of long silvery insects
flying around near an electric pole. Two crows flew over and landed on the
wires. A third dark flyer followed but was much, much larger than
the crows. It landed on the side of the pole itself, clinging like a
woodpecker. It’s shape was humanoid; the wings were bat-like.
Someone made a joke about a vampire, and most of
us got up and went toward the thing for a better look. As we
approached, it let go of the pole and flew across a highway to land on the
sidewalk on the other side. People quickly gathered around and we pushed
through that crowd to look. Here’s where it gets weird.
I saw a small pink pig marching back and forth
along the sidewalk on his hind legs with his bat-wings spread out behind him.
He was about beagle-sized and was pontificating in English. “Yes,” he
said, “this is the end for the human race. Your time on earth is done.” I
remember thinking,“WTF,” but only about the threats the pig was
making, not about the existence of the winged pig himself. About that time the
police showed up and surrounded the pig. They began to lead him somewhere and
he went willing along, still spouting his statements about the end of
the human race.
The next scene switched. I was no longer me but was
seeing through the eyes of a doctor newly assigned to observe the
winged pig. The doctor went through a number of institutional type metal doors
into a basement where he found the pig living in a large barred cage. There was
a big window on one side and the pig was looking out at a playground
where children were playing. The doctor thought he was
unobserved by the pig-creature, but suddenly the creature turned and made eye contact,
then pointed toward the playground as if he wanted to be allowed out there.
The doctor gave no acknowledgement of the pig’s behavior,
but started to move further away from the cage. There is a janitor there who is
mopping the floor. As the doctor glances toward the janitor, the man looks up
and makes eye contact. The pig creature is looking at them both and suddenly
the janitor’s eyes flicker and turn dead white. He smiles, and most of his
teeth are missing.
The doctor stumbles backward in shock, then turns to leave the room.
Another janitor is just coming through the door and as he looks at the doctor,
he blinks and his eyes turn dead white as well. Afraid now, the doctor pushes
past the man into the hallway outside. He starts along it, moving swiftly. A
woman with a handkerchief over her hair comes out of another door and her eyes
are the same as the men.
Realizing that something seems to be infecting the others
who’ve been around the pig creature, the doctor starts hurrying through the
corridors to get help. More and more people begin to pour into the corridor,
though, all with the same eyes, and all moving slowly and steadily toward the
exit. They make no threat against the doctor but in moments he is almost
completely swallowed up in the mass of people. The dream ends with him crying
out desperately, “Help me. Someone help me.”
The first part of the dream, where we first meet the winged
pig, was interesting and, in retrospect, hilariously funny as he marched back and
forth on his short stubby legs pontificating about the end of the human race.
But the ending, with the people being infected with something and that
infection spreading rapidly, was creepy as all get out.
Labels: Dreams and Nightmares